A lone willow bends by the silent river, its branches tracing secrets on the water’s surface. An old fisherman rows slowly, his net cast into the shimmering twilight. He remembers a promise made decades ago beneath these very branches—a vow carried away by the current. Now, as fireflies ignite like floating stars, he hums a forgotten tune. The wind stirs the leaves into a soft chorus, echoing laughter from a time when the world felt lighter. Some say spirits dwell within the tree, guarding st...